Mosk's annual Indiscriminate Fighting Competition, as the largest and highest-level fighting competition in the entire Tarik, known as the "First Martial Fighting Meeting", it has always represented the supreme honor of a brave man. It is like the "Spring Festival" of the Third Oriental Court, and it is the momentum that the Tariks forget the sorrow of a year and devote all their happiness and passion to the full extent. It is also the day when all warriors full of martial ethics participate in the grand ceremony.

In Tarik, you can say that you are a warrior because in the hearts of the Tarik people, everyone who has acts of resistance and justice in their hearts is a warrior. However, if you have not won a championship in a martial arts meeting, then you cannot call yourself the first or the strongest warrior. Because here, only the champion deserves the word "strongest".

Over the years, it has been the lifelong dream of all warriors to be able to win the title of the martial arts competition. Because only here can the gap brought by the "professional level" of warriors narrow infinitely. They communicate with each other with fists and martial arts. There is no gorgeous magic or insidious ability, only the pleasure of getting from the punches. Therefore, Tarik's martial arts competition is not only Tarik's own game, but also the place where people with the dream of warriors realize their dreams.

However, Zhou Li's dream was shattered.

Despair, the gray dream eroded Zhou Li's brain. Although he was about to compete in six hours, Zhou Li collapsed on the chair and looked blankly at the ceiling, his body exuding a decadent atmosphere.

"What's wrong with this?"

A Zi, who wanted to go to the kitchen to get juice, pushed the door and saw Zhou Li, who was like a zombie, who was immediately shocked. She walked to Ai Wei next to the sofa and asked curiously: "Has Magnan III misdiagnosed cancer?"

"How come your thoughts have become closer to Lao Zhou recently?"

After hearing the very "Zhou Hua" words, Ai Wei was speechless for a moment. But after squatting behind the sofa and observing the decadent Zhou Li for almost half an hour, he had no right to say anything. Ai Wei rubbed his jaw and guessed, "Why do I feel that he has hemorrhoids and I'm embarrassed to tell us?"

"You might as well say that Magnan III was diagnosed with hemorrhoids. When he was mocking him, he said that he was a kind person who was misdiagnosed."

Lin Zi finished complaining about Ai Wei's words in one breath, then she narrowed her eyes and continued to guess: "Look at his eyes."

"The eyes were a little dazed, and it seemed like I had lost something important."

Lin Zi stared at Zhou Li's eyes and analyzed: "Has he missed any opportunity to make money?"

"You are better off saying that you are giving Magnan III or Levitra aphrodisiacs."

Avi corrected it expressionlessly, and then said thoughtfully: "According to my speculation, if Zhou Li had encountered serious things, he would have started to act long ago and would not have sighed here at all. In my opinion, he should have lost the pink cat fist."

"Whatever?"

Lin Zi was stunned and raised her head, her little face full of confusion, "What did you say just now?"

"Your Lord Brave's only designated weapon, you have the ability to ignore the level and cause double damage to the spirit and body. You are known as the magic weapon that millions of people bow down to their knees under one punch - Pink Cat Fist."

After quickly and fluently repeating Zhou Li's proud introduction, Avi looked at Lin Zi, who looked numb and revealed "Ah, it's worthy of him" all over her body, and smiled with relief: "Can you understand my feelings now?"

"happy."

Silent, can only be treated with joy.

However, at this moment, Zhou Li spoke.

"I'm very sad now."

He stared at the cracks that did not exist on the ceiling, as painful as his heart. Zhou Li covered his chest and said slowly and sadly: "My journey to the martial arts meeting is probably over."

"So fast? Haven't you seen the referee yet?"

Seeing this, Aiwei and Lin Zi were too lazy to hide and walked out from behind the sofa. He looked at Zhou Li and asked in confusion: "Is it because the organizing committee finally made up their minds to maintain the competition and fire you?"

"If that's better, wouldn't it be nice if I just turned it over with Levitra?"

Zhou Li's expression was very calm, but his heart was as calm as if he was dead. But after saying this, he seemed to have had some switch turned on, his hands suddenly trembled, and sadness flowed backwards.

"The problem is that the tournament organizing committee has changed the rules and the passport cannot be used..."

"I didn't have time to steal my ID card at that time."

Zhou Li suddenly became excited and shouted in a sad tone: "I can't use the 60-centimeter-long fairy stick to pretend that Levi is fighting in the ring!!!"

Levitra should have kowtowed to the ground and thanked the tournament organizing committee for making this decision.

Looking at Zhou Li, who was in great pain because he "can't pretend to be Levitra and beat other warriors with a 60-centimeter-long fairy stick", Aiwei and Lin Zi all had the same thoughts in their hearts.

"Why don't you beat other warriors with your fairy stick?"

Hearing Aiwei's inquiry, Zhou Li looked at Aiwei with a devastating look and said naturally: "I want shame."

Kowtow more, Levitra.

The speechless Avi had no desire to complain. He waved his hand powerlessly, "Come on, it seems that your fairy stick career cannot be completed. You are so sad that I thought your pink cat fist was gone."

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, just like this, Zhou Li seemed to have opened the key acupoints and all his thoughts were understood. After a silence, he looked at Aiwei and smiled.

"Old Ai, our relationship is strong enough."

In just a moment, all the moving cells in Aiwei's heart were squirming wildly, and bad premonitions occupied his entire brain.

"Sir Brave, I'm going to ride a bicycle with Kaya. I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

"Ha ha."

Zhou Li laughed, and while Lin Zi was watching the fun and was eating melons without much trouble, he showed a smile that almost made Ai Wei hide. He looked at Ai Wei and asked affectionately:

"Do you think you've ever run away from the God of Death?"

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"Is this you?"

Lifting up his ID card, the reviewer looked at the innocent "Ive" in front of him and asked suspiciously: "This photo..."

“I was ugly at that time.”

With the support of Eluma's makeup technology, Zhou Li's appearance changed a lot. He looked at the reviewer and answered sincerely: "At that time, the photo studio could not edit pictures, there was nothing we could do."

"Your name is Avi?"

The reviewer who still didn't believe it was lowered his head and asked again: "Magnan, President of the Al Chamber of Commerce, Ivy, right?"

"right."

Zhou Li nodded and said obediently: "I have a sister named Ain."

"Tsk."

After verifying the runes on the ID card again, the reviewer scratched his head and murmured in confusion: "Why are there so many Magnans? What's going on this year?"

After talking to himself, the reviewer handed over his ID card to Zhou Li and said seriously: "Although you registered late, there happened to be someone who didn't know why he didn't come today, so you just took his place directly. Get early next time."

"Okay, okay, next time, it will definitely be next time."

After happily taking the ID card and the competition certificate, the stone in Zhou Li's heart finally fell down. Just as he was about to go to the passage next to him to participate in the competition, a full voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Oh! Isn't this Lord Brave? You're here!"

He turned his head mechanically and looked at Aluma with a helpless smile, and the princess of Tiya who was as happy as a Shiba Inu beside her, Zhou Lima. And Ai Wei, who was watching everything happening not far behind the stone pillar, had only one thought in his heart.

I will kowtow to Princess Tiya twice in a while!

"I don't care. Even if you can't let me beat the warrior with the pink cat punch with Ivy, you must let me participate in the silver group!"

Facing the shocked auditor, Zhou Li roared.

"Hey hey, has something happened to Lord Brave?"

Seeing this, Tiya hurried over and dissuaded: "Your Excellency of the Brave is the twelve gods. Your strength is not something that can be competed with by the silver level."

"I fell off a cliff a few days ago and was attacked by a beast. My meridians were greatly damaged and my strength was greatly reduced. Now I can only rely on beating silver professions to restore my skills to save the world!"

After saying this excuse full of loopholes in one breath, Tiya was stunned. After a while, the princess who finished reading this sentence looked at Zhou Li blankly and said in a daze: "But the nearest mountain range in Tarik is also in the west, and Mosk has no cliffs."

"That's when I jumped down on the second floor and was bitten by a dog."

Even Zhou Li, who was hit, began to choose to act like a rogue and threatened the reviewer to ask him to go to the Baiyin group to abuse the vegetables. Tiya, who was beside him, was stunned, while Eluma patted her on the shoulder and said pity:

"It's okay, that's how Zhou Li is."

ah?

At this moment, Tiya felt something broken in her heart.

For example, the image of some people.

"Gold, my last bottom line!"

Zhou Li glared at the reviewer and said righteously: "I was just a silver a few years ago, but now I am gold. Isn't it natural?!"

It's hard tolerate!

There are always many helplessness, and the review still explains to Zhou Li gently: "Mr. Brave, this is the case. Our competition has a special mechanism. You can participate as a special guest and enjoy the same reward as normal players. At the same time, you will also directly enter the top 16 competition and do not need to play the previous low-level competition. Isn't that good?"

"I'm a brave man!"

Zhou Li suddenly roared and then fell silent. At this moment, everyone looked at him. Zhou Li clenched his hands, his tone was painful, and his eyes drooped slightly. He sighed helplessly, and then slowly said:

"I am a brave man, a brave man who is born to save the world. But who knows that I am just an ordinary person who has been given an extraordinary destiny? I have had enough privileges and this feeling that everyone sees me differently. I just want to be an ordinary person and an ordinary warrior before the natural disaster comes."

"May I?"

There was no true love, nor any emotional outbreak. Zhou Li was just telling his mood calmly. Hearing this, everyone was silent. In Tarikri, the brave man has always been like the sun. Whether it was his twelve-moment darling (doubted) identity, or his actions of saving Muqi and the people of Jordan, the Tariks had a natural courage to Zhou Li.

But at this time, they looked at Zhou Li and found that he was just a young man in his twenties. He should have had a smooth career, but he was forced to take the terrifying responsibility of saving the world. For a moment, the hall fell into silence.

"You are right, Your Excellency Zhou Li."

Tiya sighed, as if she was empathetic to Zhou Li, and said with emotion: "When I first participated in the competition, they also wanted to give me preferential treatment because of my princess' identity, and completely ignored my ten years of efforts. Your Excellency Zhou Li, it is one-sided that you deserve respect."

"this…"

The review looked at the Imperial Princess and then looked at Zhou Li with a calm expression in front of him. The Tarik man suddenly felt a moment of regret. Once upon a time, he also wanted to become a glorious warrior and win the glory of victory. But now, because of his father's position, he was forced to become a high-paid employee who was willing to die. Thinking of this, he sighed.
To be continued...